"Then you ......"

The three-flowered cat stretched its neck again, stared at the spices that the Taoist put on the table, and looked at it again: "I bought so many fruits, millet, wheat, and bark, leaves, and used to make that powder?" ”

"Some are used to make powder."

"Some~"

"And some ......"

"And some more!"

The Taoist showed a look of memory and said to her: "It's almost the New Year, cook a pot of braised pork to look like it." ”

"Braised pork!"

"You have to eat braised pork during the New Year."

"Has Sanhua Niangniang ever eaten braised pork?"

"How do I know?"

"Why don't you know?"

"I'm not smart."

"You don't ......"

Halfway through speaking, the three-flowered cat couldn't help but be stunned.

Then he raised his head and stared at him stunned.

At this time, I heard the Taoist say: "Sanhua Niangniang has not eaten it herself, and Sanhua Niangniang herself knows." ”

"Sanhua Niangniang doesn't know either."

"Why is that?"

"Because ......"

Halfway through the three-flowered cat, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Continue to look up and stare at him stunned.

"...... Uproar"

Sanhua Cat hurriedly shook his head, shook his head into a circle, his facial features were deformed, and then he sat upright and raised his paws to lick it, as if everything just now had been shaken off, and nothing happened, so he replied very calmly: "Sanhua Niangniang remembers that she has not eaten." ”

"I guess I haven't eaten it either."

"Should!"

"I'll eat it in a few days."

"In a few days!"

"It's a pity ......"

Song You couldn't help but think of the short-lived old way again.

In fact, there were already early forms of braised vegetables in this year.

I'm afraid that thousands of years ago, Yizhou people began to use salt and pepper to make brine, and later Yizhou people still taste, so spicy, and then there is a saying of "five flavors of tuning the husband". However, until now, there has not been a large amount of spices used to make a perfect lo-mei. When Song You was in the middle of the view, he also tried to do it, and he was highly recognized by his own veterans, but first, he was groping for technology at that time, second, the spices he bought were not perfect, and third, he lacked such an important spicy seasoning, which was a shortcoming after all.

While thinking, he took out a small clay pot from the quilt bag, which was originally a clay pot for tea, which could ensure that it was dry and did not smell bad, but when it was opened, it was full of dried chili peppers.

Song You only carefully took out one, cut it open, and took a seed.

As soon as he wanted to turn around and go to get the flower pot, he saw that the three-flowered cat had turned into a little girl at some point, as if knowing his intentions, he had already held the flower pot full of soil in both hands, held it high and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Sanhua Niang."

Song You took the flower pot and put it at the window, gently gouged out a shallow hole with his fingers, put the pepper seeds in it, and carefully covered the soil.

When he turned around, the little girl came again with a water bottle, still holding it high and handing it to him.

At the same time, he stared at him with a serious face.

"Thank you, Sanhua Niang."

"You're welcome."

The little girl then sat back in her place.

Then he saw that the Taoist had watered the flower pot, and then he went back to the house and put the kettle, washed and slept by himself.

As in Changjing two years ago, tonight is also a cold night, the north wind is still howling, the pepper seeds germinate quickly, drill through the soil layer, grow at night, by the middle of the night has grown into a plant, bloomed flowers, was blown by the night wind and trembled, and the next morning at dawn, it has already borne fruit, but not yellow, but red peppers, like small lanterns.

Song You lay on the bed and slept peacefully all night, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, he heard a conversation between two little demons by the window:

"It looks like it's cooked!"

"It's just cooked......"

"Why do you always stand in a tree?"

"Bird...... Shouldn't birds be in trees? ”

"Why are you always so far away from Sanhua Niangniang?"

"I'm afraid of cats."

"Sanhua Niangniang doesn't eat monsters! The Taoist priest said that eating monsters is the same as eating people, it is not good! Sanhua Cat's voice paused, "And we are in a group, after Sanhua Niangniang met you, she never ate swallows again, not even birds!" Bird eggs are rarely eaten in the trees! ”

"You ......"

"Why are you still scared?"

"You ......"

"You're cowardly!"

"You've eaten swallows before!!"

"Cats eat birds. Unless it's a stupid cat, you can't catch it. Sanhua Niangniang is very powerful. Sanhua Cat's voice was clear and beautiful, "I didn't know you before, and I will definitely eat it when I catch it, oh, except for the swallows that make a nest on the temple door of Sanhua Niangniang, I don't eat it." ”

"You're the same as people, don't you hurt your own swallows?"

"No, it's not." Sanhua Niangniang is honest, "I keep it for when I don't have anything else to eat." ”

“……”

Although Song You was still lying on the bed, he couldn't see the picture by the window from this angle, let alone the little swallow on the tree outside the window, but he could also imagine the swallow's scared expression.

He must have shrunk his neck and trembled.

"Ahem......"

The Taoist cleared his throat and got up.

The conversation by the window immediately stopped.

Then the Taoist sat up and put on his shoes, and walked into the field of vision of the three-flowered cat, and saw the three-flowered cat standing on the windowsill, guarding the pot of chili peppers, but he turned his head and stared straight at him.

When the two sides looked at each other, she seemed to have received a signal and said to the Taoist:

"Taoist, the peppers you planted are ripe!"

"Got it."

The Taoist glanced at them, pursed his lips, didn't say anything, just stepped over to check.

The peppers are ripe through.

And the knot is not bad.

It's a red bell pepper.

In the past two years, the Taoist people have almost fully understood the chili seeds brought back by Yan Xian.

There are several in total.

One is finger-to-palm-long, dried but not spicy, suitable for cooking; One is thin and curved, with a long little finger, spicy and fragrant; a kind of red lantern-like, medium spicy and fragrant; The size of a fingernail, like small round beads, heavy and spicy but not fragrant; A kind of topaz lantern, which looks good, has not yet developed a suitable way to eat.

Song You usually likes to eat one or two kinds.

If you want to make lo-mei, you need to mix it with a variety of dishes.

It's good to plant only one overnight, and if you don't have enough time, you can use spells to dry them faster, which is really helpless.

"Thank you Sanhua Niangniang, and thank you Yan'an."

The Taoist knew that they had kept watch all night and watered it when the soil was dry, so he thanked him, making the two little demons very happy.

Reaching out and scratching the head of the three-flowered cat, she squinted her eyes, and then went back to the house to get a plate, put the pot of ripe peppers into the plate one by one, and then leaned out of the window to look left and right, found a sunny place, and left it to dry for a day.

It doesn't take much time.

After finishing the work, I went to wash, and when I finished washing, Sanhua Niangniang also turned into a human form and bought steamed buns from opposite the inn to make breakfast.

But it made her tangled up—

Knowing that there are cheaper steamed cakes to sell, but the steamed buns are meaty, she wants to save money, and wants to eat meat for the Taoist priest, which is really a dilemma, why can't steamed bread with meat be cheaper than steamed cakes without meat?

Slowly it was afternoon.

The temperature is still very low, but the weather is good, the sky is clear, and the sun is so hot that people can't open their eyes.

There was another commotion from the teahouse next door.

Song You went to look at the chili peppers he was drying, and felt that the progress was good, and he had no intention of speeding up, so he called Sanhua Niangniang and went to the teahouse again.

It's a real leisure life.

The same is true in the morning -

The Taoist was idle all morning, no practice, no understanding, almost no serious work, just took a small bench, sat at the door of the inn, basking in the winter sun, holding the cat and watching the pedestrians on the New Year Street in this small city, emptying his mind, and letting time go away. It is to be expected that this will be the case for some time to come.

The previous two years were really busy, busy with demon eradication, and busy on the road, and rarely had time to rest, but now the reason why I stopped in this small city was to rest.

Cultivation is also cultivation of the mind, and rest is also cultivation.

The Taoist planned to take care of the teahouse and the storyteller's business.

But it's not just Taoists who want to be leisurely.

There are many people in the Chinese New Year, and the afternoon is the best time for the tea house business, and the story told by Mr. Xing Storyteller before has also helped to attract popularity. At this time, Mr. Storyteller had just arrived, and there were already almost half of the people sitting in the teahouse, and there were many people standing crowdedly outside the door.

Song You saw the young man named Xu Qiuan at a glance, mixed in the crowd.

The Taoist stopped and couldn't help but smile at him.

“……”

The young man couldn't help but feel embarrassed-

I just said it last night, although the city is small, it is not easy to meet, and his face is cold, and his tone is full of energy for it, so that he looks like a free and easy Jianghu person, but he met it again in the afternoon of the next day, which is somewhat embarrassing.

The Taoist didn't care, and smiled at him calmly:

"Shaoxia, see you again."

The young man also tried to pretend to be calm, and bowed his hands to him: "See you again, sir." ”

"It's fate."

"Fate ......"

"Yesterday, I also said that if we meet again, I will thank Shaoxia for his kindness." Song You smiled at him, then turned his head to look inside the teahouse, and then said, "There is nothing to thank Shaoxia, since we met at the door of this teahouse, Shaoxia is also a person who loves to listen to stories, I drink a pot of tea alone, I always have to throw some, this is not good, so I invite Shaoxia to sit in the teahouse and drink a pot of tea together." ”

“……”

The young man thought about it, and then he gave it to him again:

"Then thank you, sir!"

So they went into the teahouse together and found a table and chair to sit down.

Song You still ordered an ordinary pot of tea.

Not daring to be polite, the gentleman on the stage took a sip of tea, spit out a mouthful of foam, and began to speak.

The Taoist listened while turning over the bowl and pouring tea.

The young man sat upright, straightened his back, stretched his neck to stare at the storyteller on the stage, his eyes shining.

By the way, I deliberately didn't look at the action of the Taoist pouring tea.

Until the Taoist put a bowl of tea in front of him.

"Please."

"Oh!"

The boy seemed to have just found out.

"Multi-...... Thanks a lot. ”

"The last book said that the last part of the Saibei grassland also fled into the depths of the grassland, and the northern victory was a great victory, this is my big Yan facing the Saibei royal court, following the big victory more than ten years ago, and no one has won such a big victory in thousands of years! However, General Chen camped 800 miles outside the border, but did not return to the army, but sent people back to the DPRK to report that he would continue to march into the north of the country, once and for all! ”

There was a snap and a slap on the table.

That's the story I told last night.

Song You is not easy to say, he didn't listen.

I didn't come down to listen to it again.

However, this teahouse is next to the inn, this year's storyteller has real skills, the voice is called a loud, and the town is so quiet at night that Song You can hear it in the room. I didn't deliberately listen to people brag about my thoughts, but it was too noisy, and the storyteller who lay in bed in the teahouse didn't fall asleep until he was off work.

(End of chapter)